Ok, if anyone is actually reading this, which I kinda doubt because I suck at writing, then once again: I didn't write this chapter. This is completely IRL Krystal's-not her real name, either- work. I gave her complete freedom with what happened in her chapter, but now I kind of regret doing so. That girl and her obsession with Fashion.

Krys' POV

Yay! You get to hear from me. I thought Kam'd never give me a turn.

So hi? I'm Krystal. People call me Krys. Even though I hate it and threaten to rip their throats out with a old rusty spoon and a styrofoam cup.

A little bit about me. Now as Kam said, I won't deny it, I /am/ a hopeless romantic. I mean I never had much to do at that institute but dream and wish so what am I supposed to do? I couldn't really help with Ash's explosions like Lily, for...personal reasons. I never was good at science like Izzy. Not that I'm stupid. I just don't like that kind of thing. Mostly because the whitecoats loved to experiment on me. And Kam and Sparrow were always doing their own thing. So I just went to my awesome inner world.

Then there's Jimmy Carl and Jaa. Kam says that they're imaginary. I'm not crazy. Let's just clarify that here. Iz sees them too. We believe that they are ghosts. I know. Crazy but hey. I have wings. Purple wings. Don't start with me.

Back to our amazing story.

My first night of freedom wasn't as great as you would think. The lack of screams and stench of old medicine was great and all but...there were the nightmares. Not that it was the first time. But suddenly they were all the more real.

It started with the tall, dark, mysterious guy who helped us escape. He was with this girl. She was as tall as he was, and pretty too. She had brown and white wings, and blondish-brown hair. There was an Eraser. They where fighting. Then I saw myself. Flying with the others. Then the girl again. This time a much younger girl was with her. The younger one had curly blonde hair and white, angelic wings. Then I saw Kam and Sparrow. They were flying. Alone. Sparrow seemed to be trying hard to keep up with Kam. Then the twins, laughing. Then a tall, strawberry blonde haired boy, with striking blue eyes. Next was a boy who looked younger than Ash who had blue eyes and scruffy blonde hair. Then a large explosion. The strawberry blond boy punching a wall. Lily standing on a frozen lake. A school. A flying dog. A factory. An island. A chocolate skinned girl next to me, laughing. Kam kissing Sparrow. The dark haired boy dying. A cute blonde guy with turquoise eyes injecting himself with a syringe. A submarine.

All the images and many more flashed before me in almost no time. The last and most disturbing one was myself, all alone, crying in a dark room.

When I woke up, I was sweating, hard. Ew. That's nasty.

As my vision cleared, I saw the others still asleep. Iz was beside me, snoring lightly. Not far off, Lily and Ash slept curled together, Ash drooling. Kam and Sparrow were sitting up under a large tree, side by side, Sparrow's head resting on Kam's which was on his shoulder. It was all so peaceful. So different from what I woke up from.

I thought about the dream. Who were those people, and how did they get into my dreams?

Just then, Iz rolled over. She mumbled something incoherent and fell back into rhythmic snores.

I'd never go back to sleep with her sprawled out like that.

I stood up. Since everyone was asleep and it looked to be about 2 in the morning, I might as well do something worth while.

I got a great idea right then. You see, Kam never thought about her appearance. Which was /so/ sad because she was so extremely pretty. Her dark red hair complemented her ocean blue eyes perfectly. Not to mention her /wings/. Unlike me, she had that natural pretty thing down.

I, on the other hand, have sandy blonde hair, and hazel eyes. Those don't complement each other /at all/.

Enough about me, though. My great idea involved the stuff I had 'bought' from that starmart store.

Now, I'm not a shallow person. Well maybe just a little. I don't try to be. I really don't. I just want this new life out of the science lab to be as different as it can be from my old one. But the contents of the rustic, blue and pink flowered pack that I had swiped were as follows:

An extra outfit
Some gum (where would we brush our teeth?)
A metal water bottle
Some fruit bars (strawberry. The best there is)
An iPod (don't even ask how long it took me to convince the guy to let me take it. It involved knocking him out) and headphones (for the iPod of course.)
A mirror (a small one. I'm not vain. It's just...yeah.)
And some makeup

Now I know what you're thinking 'that's just stupid. You don't need that'.

But do you really have any room to talk? Have you ever been raised in a lab by people who tore out your hair for DNA samples, messed with your head at /3 years old/. Or even watched as your older brother/protecter got out and was then caught and given 'a fitting punishment'. All with a strong face on, trying to keep a pair of baby twins quiet so you can keep them out of trouble. And keep yourself alive only with the thought that one day, one day you'll get out, one day you'll be free. Didn't think so.

Enough of that. I planned on using the makeup on sleeping Kam. She was so peaceful. And it'd do her no harm. I just wanted to see her. See how she could look.

I crept over to her.

Now Kam's great. She fights like a ninja and has been basically a mother figure to me for years. But one thing you can't say for her is that she's a light sleeper.

She'd sleep through a hurricane.

Anywhat, after the makeup was on her, I sat back and thought of what to do. It was cold.

So I decided to try my hand at breakfast.